"I only hallucinate other women when you aren't around to distract me. Then, only dancing fox girls... and, come to think of it, a six foot tall cat, playing the banjo. Oh, dear..."
He grimaced at her scratching. "Also in the bag, Calomine Lotion. Pink, smell nice. Rub it on where it itches, unless you like puss and blood from the pox. Don't scratch. Nasty."
Antonin frowned, "Nikita says the healers don't seem to be able to help anybody with this. You either fight it off, or you keep getting worse. Soon, people will start to die."